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Smoking in London while the snow fallIn another country so pardon me for the roll callDamn, who would've thought the fan base was this immenseOn the first fucking plane to Paris so pardon my frenchShows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold outYeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheeseMany said I'd never attain it now I'm like, "bitch please, what up?"Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverseNow let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperseVisions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at meFrom the gates of Heaven while the police booking at meOpen your mental while bitches give me brain with no dentalY'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumentalShout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimentalBeen doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennelMy ex hit me talkin bout she wanna make upBut on the real, I got no time for cover girlsMusic is my main bitch, no time for other girlsI'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meanerWatch me elevate to arenasMe without the mic, that's likeMartin without the Gina, Venus without SerenaNow these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that AquafinaI used to bus tables until them tables turnedAnd everything I have obtained is everything I've earnedAnd everything I rap about is everything I've learnedSo hopefully the listener can position a situation where they don't get burnedAnd they can learn from my mistakes, like I've learned from the greatsTo do whatever it takes, for Heaven's sakes open your mindThis shit's one of a kind, elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swineWhat's the deal?Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville, on the realTo various people I do appeal, because of skillSo this the type of shit I'm gon keep makingThat make MCs break fast like flapjacks and baconRest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiersNever Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told yaAllow me to open up your mind and mold yaIndulge ya, within this shit I call the second RenascenceThe system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenanceAll you wack rappers couldn't break change to make senseI'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black againFighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skinIt's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive youThat's ignantAin't seen my mommy in a minuteCause growing up she called me a niggaThat would never amount to nothingRacism from my own momma, left home because of dramaBut I can make it in the rap game, look at ObamaYou ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my storyYou don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventoryFuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feelYou wasn't with me as a childNever once did you feel the pain of my stomachThat manifested from the lack of mealsHeaded to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheelsWe aim to keep it realAnd hell no we ain't never missingCame a long way from eating when government gave permissionIf you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listenJust an outkast with a mission to spit to whoever listenBitch it's Logic!